quarantine diaries
I'm back to webcam selfies like before, let's be honest I couldn't keep up the photos. Quarantine isn't that interesting. Here's me with a gin and tonic. I saw a BBC article about a man who became an alcoholic over lockdown and I worry slightly about the amount I drink, but I think one is ok?
This is also a playlist I'm adding to and listening to. I've been listening to a lot of Jack Johnson recently but I'm not sure if it fits the vibe of this playlist lol.
reminiscing on the hotter weather earlier this month and beach evenings, scribbling away this morning.
homemade granola excited to try this tomorrow,
Like that after our one week holiday in France , Archie and I enter our 2 week quarantine. It feels slightly less strange this time after the months of social isolation we all experienced. It's our 2nd day of quarantine, it's a Sunday and we're waiting for an ASDA delivery. i thought I would revive the quarantine diaries once more because as the world tries to go back to normal, my world has shrunk once more to the four walls of Archies aunt and uncles house*
*They're staying in France so we're staying at their house. V Grateful.
Whilst I feel a bit weird watching everyone out and about on Instagram, I am excited about spending this time quietly. I've got a few ideas but like before, I don't want to put too much pressure on myself. What I do achieve I will share. On that note, here are some holiday snaps, I'm also going to start a new Instagram for this project and blog after discussions with Eleanor when we met recently.
Stay safe,
lexie x
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| beautiful bondi |
I kinda flopped with the diaries, I mean I last posted last week but the regularity has slowed. I guess the past two weeks were a bit intense and weird. I read Katies post on (un)misspent youth and resonated with it a lot. The feeling of missing out on freedoms before entering 'real' adulthood.
This week involved me stressing over work and how much I should be doing, calculating what's expected of me?
I've found a bit of a love for running. Getting up first thing or breaking mid-afternoon and moving suddenly feels less like a chore and more of a necessary. I'm much more appreciative of my body and its capabilities. Likewise when I don't run, I've been wandering through town and observing the empty streets. It's apocalyptic but I kinda like the quietness? There's something in the stillness.
I guess the shock of what's happening is subsiding (as much as it can) and the reality is sinking in; I seem to have found a coping mechanism in watching reality TV (let me tell you that world is new to me, and I don't wanna sound like a snob.) I binged Too Hot To Handle in a few days and I felt strangely empty afterwards. Besides that I've been loving Bondi Rescue, I can't believe I didn't watch it before I went to Bondi, the pressure and work involved has given me a new sense of respect for these lifeguards. It often makes me feel I should reconsider the creative pathway I'm headed towards; doing something really good.
So I guess this week was a bit of a foggy one, I need to align myself with my priorities and withdraw myself from Instagram a bit. I deleted both Twitter and Facebook off my phone a while ago so I seem to be channeling this new time onto instagram. And Depop? Regardless, socials seem to rule my lyfeee. Any tips?
Happy sunday and happy quarantine x
I guess the shock of what's happening is subsiding (as much as it can) and the reality is sinking in; I seem to have found a coping mechanism in watching reality TV (let me tell you that world is new to me, and I don't wanna sound like a snob.) I binged Too Hot To Handle in a few days and I felt strangely empty afterwards. Besides that I've been loving Bondi Rescue, I can't believe I didn't watch it before I went to Bondi, the pressure and work involved has given me a new sense of respect for these lifeguards. It often makes me feel I should reconsider the creative pathway I'm headed towards; doing something really good.
So I guess this week was a bit of a foggy one, I need to align myself with my priorities and withdraw myself from Instagram a bit. I deleted both Twitter and Facebook off my phone a while ago so I seem to be channeling this new time onto instagram. And Depop? Regardless, socials seem to rule my lyfeee. Any tips?
Happy sunday and happy quarantine x
I've been feeling very lethargic recently. Perhaps it's because I've been doing proportionately more exercise than my body is used to and I hurt 10x more for it. Still undecided about whether I actually like running or not, but I assume that comes with practise?
This weather is beautiful, I've spent hours laying on a yoga matt in the garden listening to a playlist of songs that take me back to Vietnam, and falling asleep. I've been baking a lot too (like everyone else), making peanut butter cookies and banana bread. After I make something, I always imagine what Paul Hollywood's reaction would be; "a bit dry but the flavour holds well." think I'm losing it.
The past few days have blurred into one, I can't differentiate to be honest. Every morning I get a depressing reminder of where I was last year on google photos which genuinely breaks me a bit. The hopes of another trip will push me through. Happy Thursday all xo
Must admit I abandoned Fridays post. I was a bit hungover and it was 'officially' my last day of uni for this term. What a strange one at that. Today's been not the slightest bit interesting. I've been working on an essay all day about Grace Coddington which although interesting, is starting to wear me down a little bit. I'm feeling motivated to complete my work though for once so I can focus on other things, lets see how long that lasts.
The coolest thing happened yesterday on my daily walk. I had set out after finishing my book, 'Fashionopolis,' (a great book on the future of the fashion industry for anyone interested) I had told my mum at the start of our walk that I was desperate to read 'The Flatshare,' I was going to order it once I got home. Right near my house, by a railway crossing there is an old telephone box. Members of the local community set up a kind of swap-shop/ library in it but I've never looked before. For some reason I decided to look and the first thing I saw in my eyeline was the book, The Flatshare. It literally felt like a sign from the universe. Perhaps a sign from the universe not to buy from Amazon? Sorry not sorry Jeff Bezo's.
A year ago today, I was on a plane to Kuala Lumpur. Straight off our 13 hour flight, we boarded a rickety bus, it had no air con and the curtains were a sort of pale green lined with yellow lace. Molly and I hardly spoke to each other; we were struck by the unknown. Clambering off that bus, lost and afraid, a stranger approached us and walked us to our hostel, carrying our bags. This stranger was so kind, unquestionably so. It was like a moment of peace in chaos. We never saw him again, but I won't forget his kindness.
Today has been brighter. I had a lie in, a warm pain au chocolat for breakfast and a black coffee. I think sometimes when your mind thinks too much, it overwhelms the actual task at hand and everything seems much more daunting. So I let myself not think today, and I just worked and pondered the situation. Currently it feels like I plan my days around when I eat. It gets to about 5 o'clock and then I'm ready for a glass of wine. I can't be the only one drinking as much as I am?
So cheers to thursday, good memories and the stranger in Kuala Lumpur.
Today I had an email from my uni accomodation saying I have the option of terminating my contract early. I think the permanency of this situation has finally hit me like a brick.
I love my uni home. I love the street and all the big billowing houses that are cut up into tiny flats with multiple floors and jigsaw floor plans. I love the way the light hits my window in the mornings and how I can move in my room. I even love our neighbours who cook naked opposite, always in view from the dinner table (never thought I'd say that.)
So it makes me sad that I couldn't carry on those memories for a little bit longer. That I couldn't cook in that tiny kitchen for just one more meal, even though I hate it. Part of me wants to eek the tenancy out just that little bit longer, in hopes that I'll be back for the summer! Going for runs down Hove beach and drinking red wine with the big sash windows open. It all just feels a bit abrupt. I can relish the memories in that house for a little longer though, and I know it's my friends that made that house so special. Even better that I'll be with them all next year.
PS thanks for the comments on yesterday's post. Love you guys!!
I've been keeping a journal of my isolation days but not sharing it on here and I'm half inspired by reading Frida-Reg('s?) online journal to share with you a daily account of my days; because some of you might be that bored: plus I am that bored.
Today I've spent most of the day scrolling depop and furiously googling lemon yellow towelling tracksuit bottoms. Sometimes I get these ideas in my head of outfits and this morning I had a vision of my future self. It's few months from now, strolling the streets of some nameless city wearing platform sandals and lemon yellow trousers that sit perfectly at the hip- not too high not too low. Of course in my vision my waist is snatched and my abs are perfectly toned from all the Joe Wicks P.E sessions that I've been virtually attending from the decking in the garden.
Nevertheless I couldn't find the pair of trousers; which left me feeling kind of deflated.
The other day I found a bookmark that my late grand-dad made for me and it reads:
"The sun does not shine on both sides of the hedge at once."
In adjusting to this new period and new 'forced' environment, I find myself restless in chasing the past or dreaming about the future. I think blissfully of days in the sun, coffee with friends and those summer pub evenings which I had envisioned and of which were getting me through my winter blues. Yet here we are, with nothing to look forward to but the day that this ends? And it is so uncertain. We have to learn how to ride this new wave of uncertainty. The thing is, life can feel so certain sometimes and that's a pretty scary feeling too.
So maybe it's a good thing I couldn't find the trousers, because you've got to enjoy the sun in your own back garden first.
Nevertheless I couldn't find the pair of trousers; which left me feeling kind of deflated.
The other day I found a bookmark that my late grand-dad made for me and it reads:
"The sun does not shine on both sides of the hedge at once."
In adjusting to this new period and new 'forced' environment, I find myself restless in chasing the past or dreaming about the future. I think blissfully of days in the sun, coffee with friends and those summer pub evenings which I had envisioned and of which were getting me through my winter blues. Yet here we are, with nothing to look forward to but the day that this ends? And it is so uncertain. We have to learn how to ride this new wave of uncertainty. The thing is, life can feel so certain sometimes and that's a pretty scary feeling too.
So maybe it's a good thing I couldn't find the trousers, because you've got to enjoy the sun in your own back garden first.
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